A/N: I own as much of the original stories as I own Mars—I don't.


Chapter 6

"Look at today!" Ron moaned. "Double Potions, Divination, and Double Defense Against the Dark Arts! Snape, Trelawney, and Umbridge all in one day! I wish Fred and George'd hurry up and get those Skiving Snackboxes sorted…"

It was the next morning, and the Golden Trio was sat in the Great Hall, munching on breakfast, or complaining over their schedule in Ron's case.

"Do mine ears deceive me?" asked Fred as he sat down, George right behind him. "Hogwarts prefects surely don't wish to skive off lessons?"

"Look what we've got today!" Ron exclaimed, shoving it into his brother's face. "That's the worst Monday I've ever seen."

"Fair point, little bro. You can have a bit of Nosebleed Nougat cheap if you like."

He scowled. "Why's it cheap?"

"Because you'll keep bleeding till you shrivel up, we haven't got an antidote yet." George said.

"Cheers, but I think I'll take the lessons." Ron grumbled.

"But at least we get Evans today for Elemental Magic." Hermione reminded him.

"What's so special about Evans?" Fred asked.

"He acts like he knows Harry." she explained.

"Everyone knows Harry."

"Yeah, but like on a personal level." Ron said. "At least with his family."

"He was sitting with us on the train, and he asked me if I was James and Lily Potter's son. And he didn't know that I survived the killing curse." Harry explained.

"That's suspicious." Fred noted. "Then why do you want to be in his class?"

"We want to find out more." Hermione stated happily.

"About Elemental Magic or the professor?" George asked.

"Why not both?"

"It's one more thing that we have to worry about for exams!" Ron groaned. "And who knows how quickly they're expecting us to advance?"

"Pity for the prefect." Fred pouted. After a moment, he stood up. "Well, ciao!"

"Yeah. Real pity." Ron muttered.

"At least Evans is nice enough." Harry mused. "He's staying in the Gryffindor room because Umbridge thought he was too immature for anything else."

Hermione frowned. "Surely he can take his own subject seriously though, right?"

"I think he's plenty good at his trade, 'Mione." Ron said. "He froze Malfoy's nose, if you recall."

"I just hope he can teach us efficiently." she huffed.


"Where is he?" Hermione whispered to the boys.

Class was supposed to start five minutes before, but Evans was nowhere to be seen.

"I don't know. Maybe Umbridge said he was too immature to teach, too." Ron joked.

Suddenly, the doors slammed open as a gust of cold wind rushed through, frosting the aisle between the desks with ice. A flurry of snow rushed in, and dusted all of the students with the fine powder. The wind in the room howled, as if a large monster was trapped inside. Immediately, all of the students turned in their seats to look back at the doors.

At the entrance to the classroom, stood Professor Evans.

A large grin was on his face as he lowered his staff. "I think I like this dramatic entrance thing."

Dean hesitantly raised his hand. "Sir, are you able to get rid of that?"

The professor shrugged as he easily walked across the pathway of ice. "Sure. I just wanna see a couple of students slip on it first." He turned, and spotted their shocked expressions.

The white-haired professor muttered something about teens who can't take a joke, and waved his hand. In a matter of seconds, all signs of the magic was gone, and the wind slammed the door shut behind it.

"And neither can Wind, for that matter." Evans said. "Now, the purpose of today is to introduce you to Elemental magic, as none of you have any formal experience with it. Personally I think that my dramatic entrance was introduction enough, but I'm supposed to take a longer time with it." He shrugged, as if he really didn't care either way.

"Now, I'm going to run things a little differently in here, since it's such a new topic. You won't have any books, since they aren't readily available. And besides, elemental magic doesn't work well with theory. It resonates on a more personal level with the witch or wizard, choosing you more than you choose it. It's actually a lot like a wand, in that sense.

"As you can see, I have a tendency towards water magic. That's because it matches with my personality."

Hermione's hand shot into the air. "How can we know which element will be our specialty, Sir?"

"There's not a specific theorem for it. The only way to know is to practice it. It'll become clear."

When the students continued to look confused, the professor sighed. "Raise your hand if you like Quidditch."

Several hands in the room went up.

"How do you know that you like Quidditch?"

"Because we've played it, or watched it, Sir." Ron said.

"There you go. You all have your different interests, and you only know those interests by being exposed to them. Get it?"

The confused expressions turned into nods.

"Good." He looked down at a paper on his desk, lips moving as if he was reading something. "Oh, and by the way, I'm supposed to tell you that Elemental Magic will not be on your… owls?" After a moment, he laughed. "Oh, your O.W.L.s. Wow, someone needs to figure out capitalization."

A collective sigh of relief came from the class.

"Wait, you mean you don't like exams?" Evans asked in fake surprise. "I like you guys already."

"You don't like exams, Sir? But you're a professor." Dean said.

"Exams are just as stressful for teachers as they are for students."

"Then why do we do them?"

"Necessities." Evans said passively. "Some person up at the Ministry decided that you have to remember everything from five years. And that person was not me."

"Probably Umbridge." Harry whispered to Ron, who snickered.

"Something to tell the class, Mr. Potter?" Evans asked with a small grin on his face.

Harry stilled. "Erm, no, Sir."

"Eh, I don't care that much. Crack a quiet joke, laugh for a few seconds and then shut up. But if it turns into a loud speech about the glories of fruitcake, however…" He paused. "Nah, I'll still just sit back and laugh either way."

Neville hesitantly raised his hand. "Sir, when will we actually start doing Elemental Magic?"

"Whenever you feel you're ready. As I've said before, this form of magic is a very personal path. This is why it was originally never taught. But as the art is becoming lost…" Evans shrugged. "I guess Dumbledore wants to save it."

Harry leaned forward. "But Sir, clearly you've gone down that path."

"So?"

"So what motivated you? Why did you pursue a dying art?"

He paused for a moment, seeming to genuinely think about the question. "It was less that I pursued it," he said slowly. "And more that it took me."

"How—"

"Moving on!" the professor stated loudly. "If you have questions about the subject, you can come to me after class and rummage through my books and my brain. If you have questions about me, well… I dunno, write to me and sign it 'Your Secret Admirer' and hope I feel flattered or something."

The class sniggered.

"Who can name a basic elemental spell? I know you know some."

There was some shifting in seats, and Harry wracked his brain for one. He'd heard one before, he knew it.

Hermione's hand shot up.

"Yes, Ms. Granger?"

"An example of a water spell is Aguamenti, which conjures water."

"Very good. As you can see, you have at least a very basic knowledge of the subject. Now I'm going to start off the class with you mastering the spoken spells. Speaking them clears your mind, and makes the outcome you are expecting quite clear to yourself. Once you have mastered that, and gotten a feeling for which of the four elements is your specialty, we will continue on to the unspoken ones. Essentially the trick is to have a clear image in your mind of what you want to happen, and find an emotion to match it. For example, when I'm not focusing," He gestured to the floor at his feet. "This tends to happen."

Harry peered forward to spot frost spreading at the professor's feet.

"When I'm happy, this happens," He created a miniature flurry that spiraled to the windows, and sparkled in the sunlight.

"And when I'm angry," He readied his staff, beginning to scowl, then broke out in laughter. "Oh, you don't want to see that."

"What if you want a certain result, but it doesn't match the emotions you're feeling?" Hermione asked, for once forgetting to raise her hand.

"Yet another personal path. You must learn to control your emotions. Not necessarily suppress them, or block them out. That never turns out well. I heard a story about a witch, from a few hundred years ago. She tried to control the magic by suppressing her emotions, and it all blew out of her, being too much to contain."

"What happened, Sir?" Neville asked, seeming to be afraid of the answer.

"Let's just say that the kingdom had an early winter."

He gulped, and lowered in his seat.

"But this magic is nothing to be afraid of, when properly honed. The trick is not to hide your emotions, but to bridle them. They're still there, but you are the one in charge. You control which way they're going to take you. And you create the result, not your emotions. They are not some separate entity. They are a part of you. And once you understand that," He spun his hooked staff above him. As he snatched it out of the air, the classroom turned into an awe-inspiring, absolutely breathtaking winter wonderland. "Things like this will come with ease." He looked up with a pleasant smile. "Any questions?"

All the hands in the class rose into the air.

Evans smirked. "Glad I finally got your attention."


A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! Did you notice my Frozen reference? *Laughs* I just couldn't resist. I figured I should just LET IT GO— *Jack raises an eyebrow* Okay fine! I'll stop, for the first time in forever! *smirks evilly*

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